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one of the subtle things i like about Lance and Keith’s interactions is Lance explaining stuff he’s talking about after realizing Keith is a bit out of the loop with the mainstream

eventually Lance just explains stuff so Keith gets the reference

i just think thats so nice tbh. i appreciate Lance helping Keith understand mainstream references

They were in love once,
But they were too young,
Too oblivious to see what they had.
They broke each other over and over.
He was distant and afraid,
She was wild and carefree.
They still talk, but it’s never the same.
There is still love, but both have changed.
—  K.N.B.

Listen I know we all love bilingual Lance and boy oh boy guess who’s here with some bilingual headcanons!!

•Lance used to speak fluent spanish as a child, but when he started going to public school, he just … Lost that ability.
•Lance can understand some words and phrases in spanish but doesn’t really know how to form sentences. (he knows all the cursewords and tries to use them as much as he can bc that’s Cool™)
•He can understand enough words to get the gist of what people are saying.
•Lance started to feel kind of detatched from his family since he couldn’t speak spanish and basically everyone else (save for the younger kids) could.
•His family doesn’t put any effort into teaching him spanish bc they want him to be more American than Hispanic (a sad truth that I unfortunately experienced)
•Lance starts to take spanish classes seriously when he gets to high school. He slowly learns how to form proper sentences, and he’s at the top of his class bc he wants to connect with his family language-wise. He tries hard, and grasps the language without any help from his fluent-spanish-speaking parents.
•One time, he had to do a project in spanish class, but he didn’t know how to form the sentence he wanted. So, he goes to his parents for help.
•Big mistake.
•His parents are from different regions of south america, so they speak different forms of spanish. Whatever he’s learning at school is. Not. The same.
•He had to go back and forth from his dad to his mom for one goddamn question like holy crow.
•"No, no! Your father is wrong! I speak PROPER spanish!“
-That was an actual quote from my mother it’s legit.
•His father ends up being right. At least in terms of School Spanish.
•Lance’s teacher ended up taking points away anyway bc she knew he wasn’t capable of speaking in such eloquent, complex spanish.
•He once went over his vocab list with his fam since he forgot his spanish dictionary at school. Another mistake. Don’t ask your different-spanish-speaking parents for translations when they’re in the same room.
•They spent more time arguing about the translation than actually translating.
•Mom: “Aficion? I’ve never heard that word in my life! It doesn’t exist!”
•"It means ceiling fan, mom.“
•M: “Oh! Then you mean ‘hincha’!”
•Dad: “Hincha?! Are you trying to teach our son slang?!”
•"Wait, that’s slang?!“
•"Well, ya-”
•D: “Aficion es the tiki tiki.”
•M: “No. La tiki tiki es la hincha!”
•They slowly seep into full spanish and Lance is watching on in amusement.
•He ends up texting his aunt about the right answer, and she tells him that it’s aficion.
•Mom loses the argument.
•He has a presentation in class for an oral test. He knows he has a great accent and great understanding of spanish, but when he goes up to speak, he can’t say anything.
•Everything comes out slow and stuttered, but he still gets an A+ bc his pronunciation is on point.
•There’s a non-hispanic/latinx kid in his class. They get straight A’s and speak faster than Lance. Lance is jealous of them. It’s not fair that a person who isn’t surrounded by latin culture can speak it so well, while he can’t.
•They’re the top 2 in the class, but Lance is always second. He’s always second in everything.
•Eventually, Lance learns enough Spanish to understand full sentences. He gets a giddiness in his chest when he can understand EXACTLY what is being said in spanish. He loves it.
•Even when his parents are scolding him in spanish, he tries his best not to smile bc he UNDERSTANDS!! •He tries to get his parents/family to communicate with him in Spanish more bc he’s so proud that he can FINALLY understand them. He feels connected to them again, and loves the feeling of embracing his heritage at last.
•Then … His family asks hin why he never talks back in spanish.
•Lance is still shy and insecure about his spanish, bc sometimes he makes mistakes. And sometimes, fluent speakers are not the nicest when it comes to that. He’s afraid they’ll make fun of him bc he’s still learning.
•He goes to a restaurant that has people who only speak spanish in it. He then has to order from the menu.
•He asks for a soda. When the waitress leaves, his entire family is beaming at him. He asks why.
•They gush about his perfect pronunciation and format. They’re proud of him. They had no idea he knew it so well.
•Lance is almost brought to tears bc his family is just as proud of him as he is - especially on something so important to him.
•He talks and laughs with his family at dinner again after that.
•When he gets in space, he tries to keep himself knowledgeable in spanish. He doesn’t want to forget again.
•He listens to old spanish radio shows and songs all of the time. He listens to sports, no matter which kind, in spanish.
•He tries to teach the other paladins Spanish. He grins when they start cussing under their breath in spanish. Sometimes, the paladins will just slip into it and they’ll forget that they’re speaking another language bc it’s so second-nature to them.
•But Lance notices, and it feels a little more like home.

mcr flavored ~ tag yourself

Today, March 22nd 2017, marks 4 years since My Chemical Romance joined the Black Parade on March 22nd 2013, after 12 glorious years of bandom and adventure. In honor of this anniversary, tagurself presents a My Chemical Romance themed ‘tag yourself’. Killjoys, enjoy.


I rode my bike to the forest last week and I got lost for a while! It was amazing :’) also this is last week’s spread! (I’m actually spending most of the time doing nothing but watching movies haha)


I’m ignoring the stress that is my life rn and I’m also 90% sure that bw’s next big focus is gonna be their new multiplayer ip (that I have zero interest in because multiplayer :’Dand not da. 

That said, felt like drawing Quintus again. He’s half elf, tol, pan, and whatever the Tevinter equivalent of the arcane warrior turns out the be.  

for the @rebelcaptainprompts prompt lucky. set on Hoth after they all survive Scarif hahaha #denial

“Be quiet!” Jyn hisses. “I hear something!”

Cassian stills. And then slowly, very slowly, he lifts his lips from Jyn’s collarbone.

A long pause.

“I don’t hear anything,” he murmurs, his stubble prickling at her skin. The hand that’s inched its way beneath her shirt shifts upwards, calloused palm rough against her lower back.

“Footsteps,” Jyn insists, swatting at his head with the hand that had been formerly tangled in his hair. “Someone’s coming.”

“Ah. And you don’t want to be seen together?”

Any attempt to sound wounded on his part is mitigated the slow swipe of his tongue up the column of her throat.

Jyn rolls her eyes. “Not with your hand down my pants, I don’t.”

“My hand’s not down your pants,” says Cassian, reasonably.

“Not yet.”

He chuckles, bites at the skin below her jaw.

“Good point.”

The footsteps—she knew she’d heard them—grow louder, and even Cassian must hear them now because he lifts his head entirely, eyes trained on the supply closet door as though prepared to leap away from her at any moment. (Jyn rather wants to point out that he could just step away from her now and save them all the drama, but she’s too busy listening. Well, listening and staring at the sharp line of Cassian’s jaw, clenched in anticipation.)

But then the steps are fading; whoever it was must have passed them by.

“Okay,” Jyn breathes, tugging at his jacket. “That was lucky.”

Cassian turns back to face her, tilts his head to the side. She thinks, unbidden, that she’ll never get tired of seeing that smile: crooked and sharp, like a flash of light.

“I have a room, you know,” he says. “That locks.”

She gives him a look. “We have, what, ten minutes before the meeting? But if you want to relocate—”

“No, no.” He’s laughing when he pulls her closer; she can feel the rumble of it against her chest. “Sorry. Forgot I was on the clock.”

“Be quiet,” she grouses.

“Hear someone else out there?”

“Cassian, just—” she presses to her tiptoes, slips her arm around his shoulder. “Be quiet.”

He seems happy enough to oblige.

- I’m not particularly bothered by what this says about me but if you’re an optional fixture in my life with any regularity, it’s a one-shot deal. You fuck that up, you’re out, forever. My point in prefacing with this is to tell you that I’ve kept a tornado of manic toxicity in my periphery well beyond the amount of time I otherwise would have because she’s a licensed cosmetologist and thus my only source for the pro-grade pro-only nail files I use ~*JuStGoOdPeRsOnThInGs*~

- Unrelated but does anyone know a stylist/nail tech/beautician with a hookup who doesn’t willfully forego treatment of a known and severe mental illness and who instead simply drops grenades into the middle of people’s lives and then leaves (not mine, just like, in general, as source of entertainment or dark therapy, idk), hmu

- How long does it take a team of 4 landscapers all equipped with backpack leaf blowers to clear a single 100 foot stretch of sidewalk of minor organic and therefore totally biodegradable detritus? the answer is apparently 6 full hours

- I haven’t heard the familiar thwap/seen the resulting smoldering tobacco embers skitter across the overhang in all directions once today, so the bucket hex might be working, thank you all for charging it with likes and reblogs